The heart that loved was the access code, there was no other means, it was that simple, just as said 2,000 years earlier, and it was where Holy Spirit dwell ed, in the invisible soul, as invisible as soul, unless you were aware of how it manifested itself. The movement of nature, who could control love, it was very similar. We imitated life around us, our spirits, some had it strong, and more didn’t, most of it greedy, amen. It all started in the heart, and the prejudice.
get him off the scent,
peace is doing harm,
can’t sell those arms,
sales down everywhere,
when’s the last good war,
damn it he’s meddling,
get rid of that love,
from the decisions,
of a select force,
wonder about it,
the man in the sky,
marking them all,
Acting as Gods, talents meant to share, times need changing, hearts crying out,
refugees everywhere, hoping world will notice, perhaps stop it, the torture going on,
it’s business business, have to make a living, haven’t time, do something next week,
the believers behind wire, faces drained, nowhere to turn, often turned back,
Solomon was listening,’ the Holy Spirit visited, TRUST IN GOD, Free the love,
efforts to control, an affront to love, it’s time dear Father, why wait a day longer,
imagine the prayers, their only hope, the faith they have, can’t they hear,
reality TV star, wearing new underwear, launches new brand, mentioned everywhere,
their pain goes on, have suffered much, abused so long, demon needs to be undone,
legions of followers with him, open the abyss, push them in, in the Name of Jesus
refugees be there tomorrow, day after, next week too, where did the talent go
Solomon was putting words on hopes, so many who had given up, did they hear the parable of the good Samaritan.
East west north or south, religious practice, personal choices, what you are about to read is all true.
Friday Saturday Sunday, whatever, just leave one day aside, Love is divine, we encourage it, we survive, Jesus came along to clarify matters, other prophets have arrived since, God is always sending messengers, can be music can be words, can be the example of a life, the be all end all is Love, so simple yet so complicated too, the image in the sky, is a picture taken, I have a set of five.
I was raying and praying, in the middle of a field, taking the healing sun on board, had questions on my mind, spoke words the same as now, requested hope and a sign, my life was about to change, it has changed many times, but I was on a journey, not sure of my final destination, was asked to form my own religion, didn’t seriously consider it, but I just lay there, in the sun, not a stitch on, sky was clear blue, not a cloud for miles, explained myself to my God, I’ve survived many things, friends say I’m blessed.
A cloud appeared out of nowhere, thought I was imagining it, what I saw in the clouds above, got my camera out and shot it, it lasted five minutes or less, checked the camera saw the unbelievable, image of a man from the clouds, read the holy scriptures afterwards, it was exactly what the prophet esdras prophesied. This is just one of many experiences I have had. In the interests of Love, children who suffer, women enslaved, pass this testimony on.
It proves the existence of the Real God Most High, it will open hearts and bring about a renaissance in Love, and a better understanding of what is expected of us, all of us. I’m a very ordinary man, but I have sure proof of life after death, and this image, just a small part of that proof actually, will serve justice in the minds of those, who attempt to control our emotional output, that I am sure, it’s why I have posted it, many times before, to let the perpetrators of evil and their supporters understand, that a certain justice awaits them, unless they amend, amen.
Living in a world of machines, mind controlled disillusioned, competing interests vie for control of everyone living, the proverbial top, while a smattering of true believing beings in the Great God of Love, without many options, hang on tenaciously to their beliefs, on the cliff each day, the world of love is pressurized more and more, media forms fight fierce wars, for the souls of the new borns and all. Into this arena few winners, but some did make it through, the shield of deceit and deception revealed, and in the process enlightened the hearts of those in the circles of love, and this is where we stand today, can’t you feel it!
No excuses necessary, but it’s vital and of the uttermost importance, wisdoms learned are passed on. God in his mercy, provides reassuring miracles to sustain the effort. If the people of the great belief are real, they will either show up or not. The angels call and get into action, and act fast while the opportunity exists. The window is small, the door is narrow, and it’s a question of here and now, we write this to put the understanding down clearly, so no one can pretend or act foolishly, there is no excuse.
The picture has been on the web for ten months, many have seen it, it’s not a religious experience, it’s proof 100% of the real existence of the real loving God, and everyday lost in the experience of love is a step down the road to nowhere. Show your love today and everyday amen, it encourages the angels the frontline defenders and entire family of God, amen. When you celebrate father’s day, don’t over do it, there are many young ones without a father figure, and we don’t want to open the wound that exists therein, by being too showy ourselves, well, you don’t wave food at the hungry, well we do actually, and we taunt the poor young and vulnerable daily, that’s another days adventure, amen.
Fours years old, troubled and wondering, eyes dart left and right, eyes on the door again, little heart beats he hears the feet, the tap on the door unfulfilled, goes to school tries to fit in, others have fathers why not him, he withdraws emotionally unable to share, every time his mother meets a man hopes soar, again and again he feels let down, begins to be independent doesn’t listen to anyone, his way of coping I suppose too young for medication, year rolls his hopes rise and fall, the father he yearns for where he wonders, men like mammy but it’s only for a night, they fill her with compliments he’s a source of discomfort each night, not that they worry about his welfare, it’s hard to do the mother when he’s there, he hears the passion the gasps and the shrieks, so this is growing up his respect for women complete, is soon worn out emotionally drained, you grab you steal your in charge, well it was the way he grew up, it’s the only example and it’s emotionally secure, no need for feelings or dreams, years later doing time in prison no one comes to visit him, and society wonders whatever happened to that sweet little man, little problems, amen.